Lenore dusts off her hands, then her skirts, fussing primly over herself for a few seconds before she's satisfied enough to head back upstairs. "Borrel, then. Hopefully we can make quick work of it, like here. I might be able to be of more practical assistance in Nott. I know a thing or two about administrative distribution of food supplies." You know, normal vampire specialties like having perfect hair, turning into bats, and handling grain distribution.